Once there were two sisters who lived in the forest of Lothlorien. The youngest was five. Her name was Sara, which means “princess”. The elder of the two was named Serphena which means “burning one”. Serphena’s love for her sister was fierce, fighting away all of Sara’s fears. The two were inseparable. One day they travelled deep into the forest, dressed in their white gowns which contrasted against the darkness slowly swallowing the two. Then, Serphena disappeared, and Sara was left alone in the forest without her sister by her side. Her sister never came back in human form, but her burning spirit lived on in the forest. She became the wildfire which Sara and her family fled from, unable to recognise it as Serphena. Sara and her family crossed still, stagnant lakes and eventually reached the safety of the township. But something in Sara died the day her sister went away. She was never the same “princess”. She became a feral child. She felt abandoned by her sister so abandoned her family, frequently running away and throwing her nice clothing away. The lack of answers or proper endings haunted her. She was forever looking. Forever hoping. Forever lost.